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Ben Raskin
Saturday, 01 April 2017 / Published in BenZone
…while traversing the surface of dream Go Back
Ben Raskin
Saturday, 25 March 2017 / Published in BenZone
As the phenomena began to reach it’s apex few alternatives were left to us. All around matter was collapsing into light and space was transmogrified by some mechanism unknown into a viscous ooze which pulsated across time like some slithering serpent lacking distinct form yet confident in it’s presence as a last remaining anchor to
Ben Raskin
Monday, 27 February 2017 / Published in BenZone
Somewhere along a path… a haphazard journey into areas of redundancy and mistake. The mistake is the important element. Follow it, do not discount it or stop to correct. It is always correct. A point of juxtaposition arrived at by happenstance which offers opportunity. The inevitable consequence of treading such ground is that of slow
Ben Raskin
Friday, 03 February 2017 / Published in BenZone
Approaching heat… Go Back
Ben Raskin
Sunday, 15 January 2017 / Published in BenZone
He took me to the end of the south field where, back in the far corner isolated from the primary growing areas was the test zone. As we approached my eyes attempted to focus on the life ahead yet seemed to suddenly lack the ability to grasp that before me. Allowing my gaze to flow
Ben Raskin
Sunday, 08 January 2017 / Published in BenZone
They stood in the center. Dead center. Of the field that is. Barren and dusty downright filthy. Yet there they stood, barely moving, just leaning gradually towards one another and chattering in strange voices high pitched and garbled as if in a language from another state of being. The heat warped the air beyond leaving
Ben Raskin
Friday, 30 December 2016 / Published in BenZone
Shortly after Christmas the rabbit escaped into the woods behind the house. Months later we awoke one evening to a horrendous cacophony of crashing branches. Then the thunderous roar of trees uprooted whole and spewed through the air to crash all about. The entire house shook and shuddered. Drywall and stud groaned as the forest
Ben Raskin
Thursday, 29 December 2016 / Published in BenZone
Upon opening the immense intricately carved wooden doors we entered a room in which the opposite wall was so afar it dissolved in bright light. To my right the entire length of the perpendicular structure was encompassed by row after row of peaked glass windows adorned with patterns so divine the eye could barely grasp.